Victory II

Myne joined him, her expression serious. "It's dangerous. If we take it, they'll come after us with everything they've got."

Aiden's jaw tightened. "That's exactly what we want. This war isn't just about survival—it's about sending a message. We're not afraid of them."

He carefully lifted the crystal from the pedestal, its dark energy pulsating in his hand. Myne's shadows immediately wrapped around it, dampening its presence. "Let's plant the charges and get out of here," Aiden said.

As the team worked to rig the vault with explosives, Aiden's Spirit Sense suddenly flared. A powerful presence was approaching—fast. "We've got company," he warned, drawing his weapon.

The door to the vault burst open, and a towering figure stepped inside. Clad in Abyssal armor that seemed to writhe with living shadows, the figure exuded an aura of raw power. Its voice was a deep, guttural growl. "So, the rats have come to play."